ATT POETRY PEOPLE

My world is twirling,

fluttering in the wind,

flying,

scattering,

shattered all over.

Its over,

my world,

is completely over.

finished,

its done.

and there’s no putting it back

into its position

cuz it all fell

toppled from the sky

shattered to the ground.

my life is over.

yitayningwut – what have you figured out these past days? How are you faring? i hope you work it out.

In case you didn’t notice this poetry thread can have another name too imho (you think it up), not everything is in poetry form and it’s not “meant” to be so either!

Blabla – hope you feeling better. That letter to your therapist must have made her glad.

Observanteen, welcome back to whenever that is!

Hey! Yes, missed seeing you around 😉 you’ve left me smiling! See ya tomorrow – so long till than!

Observanteen: ;)!

SaysMe – just looking over your poem again – you really have talent! You wrote such a nice one for ayc +1! Keep adding your comments and poems! And nice to “see” you in the other thread, thanks for posting there.

Princess – I’m doing well, thanx. Got a test coming up, lots of studying to do. Haven’t figured out anything new lately, except that someone should start a compliment thread about you 🙂

That is poetry. Prose poetry. And poignant and deep.

Thanks people!

I rarely look at this thread, but observe, that was amazing!

*kapusta*

its all people in the world in general. were all not what we seem to be

tnx.

see it coming, but cannot stop

watch as every level drops

and middos as they fall aside.

to stop the pain i turn to pride-

first, I can only focus on me.

Waves of emotions follow waves of numb

Wish i could run to someone.

looking for a warm embrace,

Someone to wipe the tears from my face.

And mess with my mobility

i want to stay in bed all day.

or sit in the park. Or run away.

i’m playing on a slippery slope,

losing grip and losing hope

dangerous rocks wait below.

every step must be taken slow

yitayningwut, thanks! i appreciate that comment – kapusta if you’re reading this than thanks for the THOUGHT too.

Observanteen -absoulutly great, great and great again. Teach me how you do it 😉

Puppy – welcome back! Missed you too! It’s written well, and it’s sad and yes, true.. our job is to keep going and try to do what we can and with our experience we know that, hey, people don’t live in glass houses. Even if we think we know we don’t.

SaysMe – i hope that you aren’t feeling that way now. Is this something you wrote now or time back? It’s written so beautifully!

Observanteen – heyy, i was out, try again!!

PE- unfortunately now with the experience and fears of then. I did say i was overloaded. I’d luv to comment and compliment the powerful peoms (and prose) that went up here this past wk. It was really truly amazing and moving and strong. Unfortunately, no individual responses from me this time… Too preoccupied with my emotions. Keep up the writing- its majorly supportive to hear how strong ppl are and want to be, and how sensitive and deep you all are.

Woah. Princess, that’s just…unbelievably well put. Amazing! Sorry, don’t think I’ll get to it tonight. I would suggest that you check your voicemail though…

hey, thanks! You like? i’m glad..

SaysMe, it’s not easy. Rather, it’s difficult, very, very much so. Perhaps because of the difficulty we have to fight it all the more. You have to find the tools and the words that will speak to YOU as an individual. (You – to every1 of us reading this!) We HAVE to keep going, keep pushing, keep praying and KEEP HOPING!!!! Being positive, laughing of the intensity, seeing the good, helps a lot, although it takes so much energy. (or perhaps BECAUSE it takes so much energy.)

You CAN create that strength. You CAN do it. Believe in yourself!!

Rooting for you.

No more doors to slam

To protect myself from pain

Broke all the barriers

And continued on

And broke my heart

It shattered audibly

It shook my very being

How I had trusted

How I had believed

Naively accepted each word

Had faith when told

That those slights and slips

I threw in my pain

Forgiven and forgotten

But alas, it was not so

Don’t really know if this makes any sense. Don’t know what kind of writing it is!

I gaze at the glistening water,

the sun shining down upon it,

the serene atmosphere amidst,

the fresh scent of the beach,

the crashing of the waves,

the breeze flying by,

the smiles around.

everyone’s relaxed,

everyone’s at peace.

if only,

if only i can sit,

spend more time there,

instead of this foreboding building i enter every day,

its white shiny walls loaded with GO decorations,

wicked teachers and blissfully unaware students,

judging,

evaluating,

the cruelty of that place.

Yet i enter my home,

the red brick walls that greet me on my walk home,

not much more welcoming,

I enter a warzone,

I go from fire to burning,

I go from worst to 2nd worst.

It makes perfect sense. Struggles and temptation everywhere you turn.

And it’s the same kind of writing as my last posts :).

Looks are whole bunch of zeros. you can have or want a lot of 0’s- be it skinny, curves, pretty, hair, clothes, jewelry, makeup….. But alone, it’s just that- a bunch of Zeros-worth nothing, and doing nothing.unless you put a 1 in front. Only if it is PRECEDED by yiras Hashem can it do something. Yiras Hashem gives us true beauty- INNER beauty.

The little girl is crying,

over her poor doll that’s lost,

adults think its a joke,

oh how much does it cost?!

But to the wailing little girl,

it means the world to her and more,

she was a carefree happy child,

life was great before.

The tears are trickling down,

her piercing cries are intense,

she’s desperate for her baby,

to others makes no sense.

to me it seems so petty,

balling over a silly doll,

but really its something more,

for attention that’s her call.

The pitiful girl feels hopeless,

pointless and ignored,

abandoned and alone,

friendless, lost and bored.

There’s an underlying cause,

to her abundant tears,

she feels the pain of an adult,

although so young in years.

Parents, what have you done?

your children are in distress,

you think they don’t understand things,

and their needs you constantly suppress.

They’re smarter than you think,

their cognition is much higher,

wake up, pay attention to their needs,

some care they do require.

blaba, that was a wonderful poem, and it is so true. I was once told that a child losing/breaking a toy car is just as tragic for the child as it is for an adult to have a real car stolen/destroyed. And we should always look at it that way so we don’t ignore the child’s pain.

A group of chatty girls,

passed by on my way,

blissfully unaware,

that they ruined my day.

I was crushed once more,

at the sight I’d just seen,

I was feeling inferior

not calm and serene.

They entered the shop,

each coated with fashion,

adorned with the latest,

they each showed their pashion.

So shallow in their minds,

all they care for is looks,

and A+s on tests,

teachers and books.

But deep in my heart,

something was tugging,

a string was unlatched,

up a mountain chugging.

in the middle of progressing,

coming close up,

why did they shove me down?

in this endless deep cup.

I observed them so carefree,

I stared, was in awe,

their innocent, naivety,

that’s what I just saw.

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago:

THE GIFT:

The gift box is wrapped

Looking beautiful with its ribbon

Should you dare open it?

After all- to you its been given

Before your hands touch the box

You pause and give a smile

To the giver of the gift

Appreciating her all the while

You tear open the paper

Your mouth open wide

As you find THE gift you’ve wanted

And you become teary-eyed

Your so thankful right then

You have such a wonderful friend

Who’s always thinking about you

And whos always there to lend

Take a minute to draw

A parable in your mind

That Gift is your very own life

Given to you by Hashem- so kind

So beautifully wrapped

You enter this world so anew

About to start life’s mission

As a true person and Jew

Pause for a moment

Remember life’s just a gift to you

Remember who its from

And appreciate that too

With each and every step you take

And every breathe and movement too

Should make us more aware

Of Hashem’s gifts that He give to you

The Chaos (by G. Nolst Trenit, a.k.a. “Charivarius”; 1870 – 1946)

Dearest creature in creation

Studying English pronunciation,

I will teach you in my verse

Sounds like corpse, corps, horse and worse

I will keep you, Susy, busy,

Make your head with heat grow dizzy.

Tear in eye your dress you’ll tear,

So shall I! Oh, hear my prayer,

Pray, console your loving poet,

Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!

Just compare heart, beard and heard,

Dies and diet, lord and word,

Sword and sward, retain and Britain.

(Mind the latter, how it’s written).

Made has not the sound of bade,

Say said, pay-paid, laid, but plaid.

Now I surely will not plague you

With such words as vague and ague,

But be careful how you speak,

Say break, steak, but bleak and streak.

Previous, precious, fuchsia, via,

Pipe, snipe, recipe and choir,

Cloven, oven, how and low,

Script, receipt, shoe, poem, toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery:

Daughter, laughter and Terpsichore,

Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles.

Exiles, similes, reviles.

Wholly, holly, signal, signing.

Thames, examining, combining

Scholar, vicar, and cigar,

Solar, mica, war, and far.

From “desire”: desirable–admirable from “admire.”

Lumber, plumber, bier, but brier.

Chatham, brougham, renown, but known.

Knowledge, done, but gone and tone,

One, anemone. Balmoral.

Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel,

Gertrude, German, wind, and mind.

Scene, Melpomene, mankind,

Tortoise, turquoise, chamois-leather,

Reading, reading, heathen, heather.

This phonetic labyrinth

Gives moss, gross, brook, brooch, ninth, plinth.

Billet does not end like ballet;

Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet;

Blood and flood are not like food,

Nor is mould like should and would.

Banquet is not nearly parquet,

Which is said to rime with “darky.”

Viscous, Viscount, load, and broad.

Toward, to forward, to reward.

And your pronunciation’s O.K.,

When you say correctly: croquet.

Rounded, wounded, grieve, and sieve,

Friend and fiend, alive, and live,

Liberty, library, heave, and heaven,

Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven,

We say hallowed, but allowed,

People, leopard, towed, but vowed.

Mark the difference, moreover,

Between mover, plover, Dover,

Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,

Chalice, but police, and lice.

Camel, constable, unstable,

Principle, disciple, label,

Petal, penal, and canal,

Wait, surmise, plait, promise, pal.

Suit, suite, ruin, circuit, conduit,

Rime with “shirk it” and “beyond it.”

But it is not hard to tell,

Why it’s pall, mall, but Pall Mall.

Muscle, muscular, gaol, iron,

Timber, climber, bullion, lion,

Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, and chair,

Senator, spectator, mayor,

Ivy, privy, famous, clamour

And enamour rime with hammer.

Pussy, hussy, and possess,

Desert, but dessert, address.

Golf, wolf, countenance, lieutenants.

Hoist, in lieu of flags, left pennants.

River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,

Doll and roll and some and home.

Stranger does not rime with anger.

Neither does devour with clangour.

Soul, but foul and gaunt but aunt.

Font, front, won’t, want, grand, and grant.

Shoes, goes, does. Now first say: finger.

And then: singer, ginger, linger,

Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, and gauge,

Marriage, foliage, mirage, age.

Query does not rime with very,

Nor does fury sound like bury.

Dost, lost, post; and doth, cloth, loth;

Job, Job; blossom, bosom, oath.

Though the difference seems little,

We say actual, but victual.

Seat, sweat; chaste, caste.; Leigh, eight, height;

Put, nut; granite, and unite.

Reefer does not rime with deafer,

Feoffer does, and zephyr, heifer.

Dull, bull, Geoffrey, George, ate, late,

Hint, pint, Senate, but sedate.

Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,

Science, conscience, scientific,

Tour, but our and succour, four,

Gas, alas, and Arkansas.

Sea, idea, guinea, area,

Psalm, Maria, but malaria,

Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean,

Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,

Dandelion with battalion.

Sally with ally, yea, ye,

Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, key, quay.

Say aver, but ever, fever.

Neither, leisure, skein, receiver.

Never guess–it is not safe:

We say calves, valves, half, but Ralph.

Heron, granary, canary,

Crevice and device, and eyrie,

Face but preface, but efface,

Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.

Large, but target, gin, give, verging,

Ought, out, joust, and scour, but scourging,

Ear but earn, and wear and bear

Do not rime with here, but ere.

Seven is right, but so is even,

Hyphen, roughen, nephew, Stephen,

Monkey, donkey, clerk, and jerk,

Asp, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation–think of psyche–!

Is a paling, stout and spikey,

Won’t it make you lose your wits,

Writing “groats” and saying “grits”?

It’s a dark abyss or tunnel,

Strewn with stones, like rowlock, gunwale,

Islington and Isle of Wight,

Housewife, verdict, and indict!

Don’t you think so, reader, rather,

Saying lather, bather, father?

Finally: which rimes with “enough”

Though, through, plough, cough, hough, or tough?

Hiccough has the sound of “cup.”

My advice is–give it up!

I didn’t know if this belongs here or in unsent letters, and it doesn’t compare to the stuff you guys have been posting, but it was definitely born of pain:

Dear Rebbes,

Or his hands either.

When you have had enough of him not being the one who

Attended the optional class

Wrote the winning essay

Or placed in the science fair.

I hope you will stop and take the time to notice that

He is also not the one who throws papers on the floor in the hallway

He never takes food from the other boys bins

He is not the one who rides other kids bikes without permission

Or puts English music on his ipod.

Though he may fail your written tests, he learned your lessons.

He listened to your tone, and he felt your passion.

Though you wished you could teach him Rashi, you taught him persistence, consistency and taking risks.

From some of you he learned about power and abuse.

From others, trust and safety.

For those of you who taught my son the person, instead of my son the student, I thank you for making him the Gd fearing, beautiful, boy that he is.

Signed,

His mom